He collapses beside his recooperacoon, leaning up against the scratched, cold metal. It helps to bring down the temperature of his feverish face, purple eyes raw and stinging. He rubs them some more. It doesn't help. Eridan, he wants to pull off his wrinkled, slimed clothes. Change into something more comfortable, and dry. He can't find the motivation. Horrible. Absolutely horrible. Eridan didn't mean any harm, he, he didn't... but he finds himself sitting here, sobbing over his horrible dreams of killing Sollux. Of course, Sollux was fine. Sollux was probably at his stupid-ass computer, too busy for Eridan. /Wwhy?/ He asks himself, why somebody who didn't give two flying shits about him? Eridan gives a squeeze to his stuffed whale Feferi had given him, a long time back. It had turned yellow over time. Not Sollux's yellow, but, yellow. It would have to do. The sea-dweller wants to scream. Rip his stupid purple-streaked hair out of his skull and have a hissy fit. He wouldn't get away with it, though. Not like Sollux does. When Sollux does it, he gets comforted, attention. Soothing attention at that. If Eridan tried something like that? Ha. He'd get yelled at. Stabbed, probably by a 2x3dent or a Sickle, or maybe get his internals ripped out by the yellowblood's psionics.

For some reason, that brings a smile to his face.

Eridan sniffles, trying not to get any purple on the fluffy whale. Note to self: fix rip in fin. But that's beside the point. His eyes are screaming at him for rubbing them, for trying to make those stupid tears go away. But they wouldn't, they just, just...wouldn't. Tears always lingered in his eyes, nowadays. Falling into a state of depression could do that to you.

And nobody cares.

Nobody fucking cares.

Why couldn't he brush it off, like he did everything else?

He needs a glass of water. Water without stupid-salty-nasty-shitty-junk in it. The royalblooded troll heads to his nutrition block. It was tidy, clean, except for a few wands strayed about, everything was clean. Good. Nice. Eridan wants to destroy it all. He does it in his mind, unable to bring himself to ruin such perfection. Dragging himself silently to the fridge, besides a soft sigh, he finds a half-empty bottle of water he didn't finish this morning. He'd have to go get more tomorrow, he thinks to himself. Gotta get some more ramen, too. He was down to his last package. You could say he was a healthy eater, though he had his days where he would sit there and eat nothing but junk food. But come on. Everyone does that. Right? ...right?

Oh yeah. He's alone. Of course nobody answered his inner monologues. Though...nobody answered him anyway. He was used to it by now. The troll was used to alot of things. He wasn't okay with it. Not by a long shot.

Eridan drinks his water slowly, crushing the bottle and going back to his cluttered room. At least he didn't get slime everywhere when he got out of his coon- good thing he always had towels cptchalogued to get most of it off. He blinks, looking at his husktop. It was way too early to go anywhere. A coffee shop, maybe. Coffee. That sounded as if it would hit the spot. The royalblood goes about a sluggish routine of showering, changing clothes, etc. He had to practically chant a mantra in his head to remember what exactly he was doing, though.

((AN: Sorry. It's terribly short, I'll be sure to make them longer in the future! Although, I need Ideas from you guys! Help me out! I'm here to please~ ;D ))